dream in black and white

The image of a scooching puppy trying to climb over Ragnar with weakish legs amuses me to no end. :P

Though neither boy understood morals or anything of the sort it had been the fact that Ragnar had not wanted to suffer through a lecture via Thistle for letting them blatantly rough house. Ein and Tveir were children and neither understood their own strengths even though the pain they could cause for the other was minimal at best. Ein scooched some more, wiggling his butt as he attempted his useless scramble to launch himself over Ragnar’s leg. Tveir finally seemed to get the message that Ein was in dire need of assistance except the other boy was batting uselessly at Ein’s bum. The eldest son let out a loud, indignant cry glimpsing over his shoulder at his younger brother when he gummed at his tail, attempting to push Tveir away with his back paws not really enjoying having his butt space invaded. As it was, Ein had not meant his bum.

The chuckle that rocked Ragnar was loud, like an abrupt bark of laughter that was uncontained and, perhaps, unexpected. Watching Tveir pummeled head over butt in a failed attempt to assist Ein in the escaping of his prison Ragnar supposed he had tortured the boys enough and with a gentle nudge of his muzzle to Ein’s bum he let the boy topple free to the other side so he was no longer caged it and lifted Tveir and placed him beside Ein recoiling in the nick of time for the eldest boy rolled onto his stomach, pushed himself back to his paws and let out a giant sneeze that would have sent puppy snot all over Ragnar if he hadn’t retreated so quickly.

Ein winced, bum colliding with the dirt as he let out another snot rocket, eyes squeezing shut as he let the sneeze free, blinking a few times at Tveir and then up at Ragnar and then back to Tveir again letting out a meaningless coo.